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Melissa.
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♥ Thursday, November 16, 2006 10:51 PM

Okay due to the fact that i am seriously very very bored, this post will be one long and very random one. Currently i am eating a chicken wing and typing. Geeez. I can't believe i turned down 2 offers to go out. One from Tasha to go "jalan raya" with her friends. but no thanks. i hardly know any of them. save myself the loneliness. the other is from aunt to go to tampines and shop for new mobile phones. No thanks too. I'm completely contented with my phone, though the model is quite backdated.

It's quite funny really. Me staring at my handphone every second of the day willling it to ring. But it never does. I'm like a woman posessed. Goodness I can't believe how mad i'm becoming. but seriously, is it so hard for you to pick up the phone and call? I'm not even asking for calls every hour or anything. I'm just asking for ONE. Is that so hard to do? I guess it is. But oh wells.

This morning all i did was wake up at exactly 10:13 a.m then popping in a dvd. this time it's Heart. I tell you that show is really touching. I ended up crying my eyes out. If I was the director, I really wouldn't have made Rachel die. But i guess that's just how the story goes. And thank god for subtitles. I hardly understood anything, considering the fact that its in indonesian language. I duno why, but i feel like watching it over and over again. and cry and cry over and over again. The part that made me cry a lot was when Rachel's mom gave the letter she wrote to Farel. And then they replayed every scene when they were little and the tears just fell. If it were up to me i would have made Luna die instead so Farel and Rachel would live happily ever after. But hell, happilly ever afters don't exist. I admire Rachel. She donated her liver to Luna just so she could live. It's so sad.

Well I'm off to slack around the house now. I think i'll leave my msn on the whole day. YAY!

Adious!

Melissa